perhaps it's the caffeine?
i'd like to think it's not.
finding peace in friendships that oddly, are timeless.
i see the swell of the wave as it prepares to come crashing down on me.
and yet, i am ready. i feel strong.
did you know it's the keratin our dying cells leave to us at the top layers of our epidermis that make our hair, skin, nails semi waterproof?
what a thoughtful thing to do.
i should toast my dead skin cells.
should is a six letter word.
shod
duo
duos
hold
holds
sod
sold
old
lush
i spied in the last month:
- hope
- resignation
- a second chance
- fear
- some really good laughs
- a couple of broken hearts
- a dumb movie where several people fell asleep
- a homeless guy with an ipod
- salmon heads for cheap
- tumbled rocks
- anticipation
- inspiration
- perspiration - 12 miles of biking - uphill both ways
- pains that reminded me of childbirth
- blackjack that left me 40 bucks richer
career choice of the month:
to be a guest speaker at "BA"... "bipolars anonymous". i would encourage others to focus on the things that make them happy, give them purpose, and find things in their lives that are fulfilling. as long as i didn't speak on my down days... oooh, that would suck if i accidentally managed to depress a whole group of unstable people... we could all eat a bunch of endorphin-boosting foods. chocolate, oysters, etc... wait. aren't those aphrodisiacs?
2 comments:
definitely gotta go play blackjack again. that was fun. especially watching that excited flustered reaction you get as the entire table jumps in to urge you to double down.
When you said: "...toast my dead skin cells", did you mean "toast" as in: Glasses raised and filled with wine, Ronin says: "A toast to the New Year..." [Wait a minute!! Ronin doesn't drink!!]
-OR-
"Toast" as in: toast a slice of bread.
We always toast during special occasions (New Year's, weddings, etc., blah-blah, yada-yada-yada). But I agree with Mulysa. We should toast the little things, too. The human body is a wonderous machine... so...
A compromise...
Ronin places a toasted and buttered piece of bread on a saucer. [He would have liked to place the bread in a champaign glass, but it wouldn't fit, and he didn't want to break the bread apart.] He lifts the saucer as if making an offering to the gods and declares [while at work, no less]: "A [PIECE OF] TOAST TO DEAD SKIN CELLS... A TOAST TO KERATIN... A TOAST TO HEALTHY ALVEOLI... A TOAST TO THE LITTLE THINGS... A TOAST... TO CLEAR PEE...
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